It all started a couple of years ago, when I started teasing her on mzhm, or flirting, when I realized that jealousy turns me on!

She always with hostility perceived this topic, as I understand the defensive reaction, saying that I am not like that, I am not a whore, and similar comparisons.

But when we in bed fantasized it was normal with that. I kept other guys at a distance, I didn’t even go to the men’s doctors.

She did not go far from home to fitness, well, and I decided to do it with her. They began to walk together, at first they did not show that we were a couple, I wanted to look at the reaction and, accordingly, the behavior of the men at the sight of her. As I thought, there is no crime, but everyone wanted to help, To offer something, to get to know, to treat, to fail, and in the same spirit. The coaches are all young guys, I saw them doing if he wanted to put a hand on her, in order to somehow correct the movements or indicate the correct course of the joints or muscles there, for example. She immediately removed her hands, snorted, wriggled.

It all suited me. After probably half a year, we gave ourselves out and we carried out for general review that we were a couple. Always kissing or stroking her intimate places. She also always defiantly walked. Always tight black, matte, fabric leggings. And a short topic that opens her belly and navel because of not small protruding breasts. But always in sports shorts and sports bra. Such a blonde, with naturally plump lips, big tits and a bulging ass, all this is correctly emphasized by clothes. One day, she arrives indignant, all excited, and I hear that she is on the phone discussing with the girlfriend of a new coach. He, as I later saw myself, is a man in years. Gray hair on the head. But smart, restrained, not arguing, does not prove anything to anyone. He just says it and does it during training, but in his free time or in communication, not with the one he trains at the moment, he is very cheerful, constantly teasing and in general he is all a zinger.

As a person, and as a man with a mind I liked him, and everyone there was like going about business.

Well, emotions over the edge, to my question - what happened? He says that he constantly pulled her hands away, even gave her a couple of times, uh dork. We laughed, but I know her, behavior and manners are not typical of her. She went into the bathroom, closed, immediately turned on the water. Immediately my heart began to beat more often; forebodings did not usually fail me and this time they did not let me down. I immediately go to my computer, I have a web version of whatsapp there (if you don’t know, whatsapp can be launched in the browser, it’s mirrored to what’s on the phone, so it’s more convenient to write long messages. their correspondence shows that he undertakes to correct it and touches her body parts: - in general, he pressed my chest with my palm, almost pawed it, I hit him on the arm, and for that he ass kicked me !!! Said you come here to push out the boobs or engage, and strain your ass better and something else and how I will compress my ass. Goat, I'm angry. all red, the Friend is still that bitch, but thanks to her she asks her the right question: - Well, all the same, from such attention, for such a period of time is nice.

- Yeah, nice, look! and sends her a photo. ass all red. She herself is tanned, and her ass is so dark, scarlet, and all this in tiny white thongs.

Girlfriend: - Yes, he repeatedly slapped here. He punished you.)

My otdypyrivaet ass, arches and makes a photo close-up. - And here I am the first time and finished a couple of times distorting.

In the dust of their chatter and all sorts of judgments about the peasants, coaches, etc. How she was outraged, etc. I saw through the soaked panties, she flowed like a bitch. From a foreign peasant, and judging by the conversation, she didn’t tell everything, although I’m sure that there was nothing vulgar and criminal about the matter itself. But still. My body ached from the buzz and excitement.

The fact that I learned this, I left in secret.Firstly, I did not know how to react, secondly, having given myself off, I would have lost the cache with its chats. I couldn't help but think about it, I constantly checked her cunt when she returned from the hall. But everything was as always good, and even more so we went together. I kept thinking, did such a man really refuse to train mine for free. Especially since already to some extent I fired it. The situation was not long in coming; all the coaches in the hall know that I work in the evening, that's why I go in the afternoon. And after a couple of months, she somehow tells me that an individual coach wants to take her, but this is in the evening and most likely I will leave for work, and she will have to stay a little longer. A stomach flip suggested to me that this is the exact moment. Reading her correspondence, I knew that for her it was just a flirt, she wanted to play. But I understood where these games could go. But he did not intend to chop from the shoulder either.

Excitement from the fact that there will be, as he will drive up to her, I was drunk better than any bourbon. I didn’t waste my time by coming there late at night, when there was no one at all except a sleeping admin and security. I have thoroughly studied the whole hall, the trainers' rooms, the spare room - it’s a warehouse, it’s also a room for individual lessons. In this rectangular hall, if you visually divide it in half, the far half of the entrance was littered with all kinds of junk, mats, inventory, bars, horizontal bars, nets. It was a forest of shells and accessories, and other equipment that was obese with a seemingly bulky, too small room for that. But it represented an excellent opportunity, a person with my build to get into the depths of this forest, and there they will get a good sleep on the mats, and if they don’t make noise, no one will think to look for you there. I found this place for myself when I came from the night shifts, and in the morning I was driving into the hall, I was falling from my sleep, suffering immensely, until, at one moment, passing by, I saw this strange pile as my salvation.

Oh yeah, distracted. The second half of the hall was more or less free. In the center and a little on the edges was special equipment. On which the movements of athletes were minted and brought to the ideal. A couple of benches, large, soft and all the walls in the mirrors. And they are also worth mentioning separately. If inside is bright. Then these are mirrors, if it is dark, then through them you can see what is happening around. And by its design, the spare room was, as it were, the central cube in the cube. The classes were exactly 7, at 6 I was free to go to work, knowing that usually people prefer to postpone some important or exciting moment. Coming out of the hall and “accidentally” returning, I saw the games and flirting of my beloved and already loved by her coach many times. He openly gave her signs of attention. But that he will not go further, I was sure of it. All the same reputation and so on.

But for my it was interesting, it is interesting to make a man nervous, excite him and turn away. And for her such a game in the first. It was from her that I expected emotions and the final scene. On the last, seventh, day of classes in the hall there were about 5 people, with us, on that day they were going to do some kind of crap with the processing of the walls - I think it was not by chance that the last lesson fell out then. It all started as usual, we changed our clothes and went to the hall. After some time, the wife went to the training in the cube, it never closed in its essence, and I always came to see what was going on and how. This time going there, I saw an interesting picture. The wife in a horizontal position with her legs fixed on the uneven bars, face down, rocked the press. Bending and straightening to the horizon line. The trainer stood with her side, supporting her torso with his left hand and thereby helping to do the exercise, and correcting the bend in the legs at the base of the pelvis with my right hand. All would be nothing, but the hand was exactly on his wife's boobs, and she lay so tightly on her that they pressed into her with their whole body weight. And the right hand lay exactly between her buttocks, with a palm squeezing her ass and fingers stretching to the crotch. I ohrenel. The wife immediately turned red, but could not go anywhere.

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